One sacrament can satisfy my soul with strong devotion.
This be my poetry in motion like waves in the tide of ocean.
That which coolly calms commotion to set free my broken emotion.
Oh what bliss to release my distress to rhyme and verse again.
To my art im willfully beautifully created,shaped and bent.
Carrying on until i feel complete in will & all my time is spent.
My creative casting is relative to what my truth truly meant.
The only referral is where my pen is going or already went.
I dont see myself as chattering clever or reacting full of witt.
I just easily get lost in & lust after writing every single bit.
Be it memories i wish to keep or toting tears i need to weep.
Either gaping laughs or screaming tears my heart could seep.
Each new creation fills my mind with expanding elation.
Like a new-tuned station or a bejeweled thought sent from God.
Such is my sedation to free me of all fickle folly & frustration.
Feelings flowering from me through a talent i never knew i had.
Only release to pain on the increase is to pour out the stain.
The tried and tested true way to fully free myself from the fray.
My key to wane the gain of self contained strain through refrain.
This is my sweet sacred satirical game - the only one i know to play.
This is how i renew myself by scripting my pleasure and pain
Like the nocturnal nature of the moth that is drawn to the flame.
So before i extinguish the myriad of gears inside my pen...
I want to thank all that live poetry for sharing in my art again.
True writers dont write poetry, poetry caused the writers to write. its the craft, the art, that moves the artist. it is the way emotion. motivation, urges, sweep up a writer, leaving him or her with unplanned ideas of creation. what is created isnt created by a creator, but the creation was made through its own influence over the maker. that inspiration that call a person to lift his hand, grasp her pen, bend their fingers to the keys, speak words, and sing lyrics. speach is natural and expression is common, it doesnt matter why the movement and no one person is more creative, inventive than the next. it is that muse of expression, specifically writing in this piece that is explained. and youve done very elegantly. good work.